“Hardly worth reading for the most part, they cover their track so efficiently to keep up appearances. Little mice,” he said with amusement, taking another long swallow and setting the bottle aside. “I’m sure you recall something of Cameran Calvert: the raging anti-supernatural fanatic. Well he’s recently gone about finding an appropriate cow vessel in which to sow his unfortunate seed and made a matrimonial debacle out of it. This isn’t to say marriage is bad, I rather enjoyed being married when I was, but the thought of that squalling little man going about it rather turns my stomach. I felt obligated to object to his bride to be, who was clearly guilt of being a genetic drag on the human race. I mean a moron of course. She was clearly a moron. Poor thing.”
He went on on this vein for a little bit, grinning all the while. Zale behaved the way kids do when they have a tremendous secret they are bursting to tell you but are trying to hold back for whatever reason, grinning foolishly, boyish features lit up with a kind of silly glee that was clearly meant for people not his seeming 30 years of age and certainly not the reality of his 300 and half. But than again to every immortal their own: eternity showed its face in multifarious ways for many vampires. That Zale’s might be a cheery, kid-like joy in everything wasn’t so unusual.
Given the kind of things he was taking joy in and the House he was in…. it was perhaps just slightly strange.
“Fine!” he blurted, hopping up on the counter beside the monsterous little girl and grinning down at her, all fangs and furious delight. “I confess. I dropped the twat in a lake and it was fucking hilarious. I’m still getting grins out of it. Calvert’s trying to bury it in the media, no doubt to plot some measure of human vengeance against the specter of vampire evil he imagines he faces.” Zale’s smile was cold and lovely. “He can’t imagine what he faces, but the point is if he sends someone for me then I’m within my House rights to uncap his skull.” He picked up the bottle again, took another celebratory drink. “Long live Gabriel House.”